Guest Post : Two instead of three.

Grief.

No one ever explains how it’s really going to feel. How it’s really going to affect you. How it’s going to tear your insides apart. How surreal it’s going to feel. How heavy it is on your chest that you can’t catch your breath. But when it happens, you know. And no one else knows, unless they have walked that same path.


On 7 December 2018, I lost my husband. And our little girl, who is 3 and a half years old at the time, lost her daddy. Our world was turned upside down and it felt like I just couldn’t breathe. How would I raise Quinn on my own? How will I get up again tomorrow? How will we come home every day to an empty house? How? Why? WHY???

Is it easy? Not by far. Do people understand? Not unless they have been there. Do you get judged? Absolutely. Does it come with a good dose of depression and a really large helping of anxiety? YES!! I smile and I laugh, because I can’t focus on the pain and broken pieces I feel inside but I am aware that that makes people think I am fine and healed and have moved on. Grief isn’t something you just work through and move on from. You grow with grief, but it always stays. Grief is something you manage by glancing at it and then focusing on the present moment again. But it comes at you like a sneeze, without warning, out of the blue, it hits you and takes you down.


I have learnt to switch on my survival mode. Who knew there was a button for that. But as a mother, you can be damn sure that it’s there. I have learnt to give all of myself, not just when I want to or when I feel like it, but constantly, without end, to make sure my daughter lives a balanced, disciplined life with a good routine. Do I have a nanny or family that live close by and can pick up the slack when I’m tired or sick? No. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to show up for her.

Sometimes I am tired and I want to just give up. I don’t want to wash my hair, or do my make up or be strong for anyone. But I know that I have to be because I have a beautiful daughter, who didn’t ask to be here and she deserves nothing but the best.

This was and is my journey and road to walk and a life lesson that my soul has chosen to experience. I spend many nights asking myself HOW this is our life now, I cry, I get angry, I sob, I curse. But then I dry off my tears, I focus on our blessings, of which we have so many, and I get back up again and do the best that I can. For my daughter. For myself. And for our life we are living now… as two instead of three.

I am not unbreakable. I’m scared and I’m brave, or somewhere in between. I’m beautifully strong and tragically confused. I am learning to love myself and to be kind to myself. And I know that one day…one day it will all be okay again.


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4 thoughts on “Guest Post : Two instead of three.

  1. I cannot claim to understand how deep these feelings are Simone.

    You are clearly a strong woman.

    Hats off to you for fighting and deep empathy for what you have experienced.

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  2. Oh how my heart breaks for you, and aches for you. We have never met but you describe the grief-stricken so poignantly that I know we’ve shared the same lows. My husband of 34 years and best friend for 35 died on 11 February 2019. We have a daughter too, our biggest blessing for sure. A lifetime isn’t enough but I’m starting to say more “thank you’s” for the love and less “why’s” for the loss. On good days. On bad days I struggle to get out of bed. Thank you for sharing. Sending so much love to you and your precious daughter, a nation of two. ❤❤

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    1. Susan, I am so deeply sorry for the loss you have also suffered and thank you so much for your kind message. The ‘thank you’s’ are important, because those are the ones that will keep you humble and grateful, but you should always be proud of yourself for getting out of bed. For getting in the shower. For going to the shop. For cooking dinner. It isn’t easy, but not giving up and fighting through this shows your strength. And all you have to do is take it one moment at a time. Sending you so much light and light and know that you are not alone. It gets a little easier to breathe every day xxx

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